Hello everyone, I just wanted to inform all I have threads with that I will be gone from this coming Wednesday through Sunday. I won't be able to post consistently if at all during this time, but I will try to make up for it next week! I am sorry for the inconvenience to everyone.

Granted that most of you won't know me or remember me, but I've had a few matches here and there some time ago. Well I think its time to become a regular around here and try to have some fun again, but at the same time keep coming back. Anyway I think its time to jump into some matches with Zoe Taylor, my mud wrestling character from Australia and get her back into the squared circle. Furthermore I will update my characters as I think some proper changes need to happen.

The Russian took some heart that Heather seemed rattled, only increased by her response. "Ha you will face zis smother a lot more before..." However her taunt was cut off by a wild shout by Heather. Suddenly the Russian found her rival zip forward and land a blow.

"AGGUUHNNNN" Natasha clutched at her tummy and sank down to her butt then dropping to her back, wincing she kicked out at the canvas cursing her luck of not continuing the attack on what was an experienced and dangerous rival

"Stupid... American. WHORE!" she snapped loudly although there was a more breathy tone to her words as she tried to regain her wind. Natasha lay on her back with her chest heaving, tummy aching and her soft purple hair all spread out on the canvas

Heather shook her head as she heard Natasha's words about the smothering. She grit her teeth a little, quite happy to have slammed her fists into her gut before she could even finish her little taunt. She watched as she lie there on her back, Heather quickly getting atop her to straddle her chest.

She reached down, trying to grab her head by her air, attempting to pull her head up a bit, firmly between her thighs. "Shut the hell up, Russian bitch." She let out, attempting to fall to her side and turn Natasha over with her, trying to lock her in a tight side headscissor hold, making it so the girl's face would be up close to her crotch in the hold as well if she locked it in.

As Natasha started to move she was pounced upon. "AGGNNNN SUKA!" calling Heather something most derogatory in her native Russian and before she could react she found herself trapped between Heathers thighs. Natasha pawed at her foes legs and tried to pull them apart so she could free her head but no luck. Frustrated Natasha winced and lay on her side thinking about how best to escape this.

It was made worse by the fact that she was right up against Heather's crotch. "uugnnn did you visit all ze boys before match?" Natasha gasped out complaining in a very rude manner about the scent from Heather. Even though there was probaably nothing wrong, the Russian sure had a big mouth which more often than not got her in deeper trouble

Heather wrenched in the scissor hold, arching her body a little as she squeezed her head as hard as she could. She put a grin on her face, smirking quite a bit as she got the girl in that position. She planted one hand on the mat, pushing up a little to be able to twist a little more before she heard the girl's complaining, taunting words. "...Excuse me??" She let out, gritting her teeth.

She squeezed her legs as hard as she could, wrapping her legs around her head before turning the two over. "Why don't you check a little closer. Saying stupid ridiculous things like that" She let out, slipping her legs out to plant her crotch firmly against her face, trying to lock her in a tight facesit hold from under her skirt--just her black cotton panties between her crotch and her face.

Natasha's wince moved to a wide eyed stare as she found herself smothered by Heather. "UUMMMFFF" she protested loudly and her hands rose up to fumbled all alomng her rivals body, feeling every curve. Natasha found herself in an odd position. She didnt want to lose, ever. She hated being smothered, always, but.... but this was different. She was being facesat by a legend in the AFW and despite her actions and protests, some part of her could happily accept the position (and a whole lot more... ) Perhaps they could have a private wrestle in Natasha's gym someday.. perhaps...

The Russian was losing her mind and it was only when she saw her rivals expression that it came crashing back to her. Get out!! Natasha sent her roaming hands all over and down to the waistband of Heathers cotton panies. She hooked her fingers in and yanked hard upright, looking to cut the legend in two and gain some sort of escape!

Heather grinned as she got Natasha into that position, looking down and pulling up her skirt a bit just to see the girl's expression beneath her. She snickered a little, a long breath coming from her mouth. "Here it is. Your rightful place, beneath me. Hope you're enjoying yourself as much as I'm totally sure you are" She said with that grin on her face, wiggling her hips atop the girl's face a little to add to the situation.

She felt her hands sliding all over her like that, biting her lip just a bit at the nice feeling. She would have been totally fine with just riding out this girl's face till the end until she felt her suddenly yank hard on her panties. "Kyah!!" She gasped out at the feeling, quickly going to hop off her, adjusting her panties a bit as she tried to kick her side to get her away as well.

Heather breathing easily did nothing for Natasha who was frustrated and turned on in equal measure. She yanked hard at the waistband threatening to almost snap it and gave a huge gasp as Heather vacated her face. "UUGGNNNFF" The Russian rolled over and jolted from the cheap shot her rival gave her. She ran her hands all over her face trying to clear the scent and dampness from her mouth, nose and cheeks

"Disgusting fat azz American tramp!" Natasha barked out and slowly rose back up to her hands and knees still with one hand wiping her face. "You are going to be ze smother toy!" there was a wild look in the eye of the Russian. This was now personal. Very personal.

Moments previously she had fantasised about Heather, but since the crowd were now mocking the proud Russian, all that had changed.

Heather fixed her attire a little more, taking a deep breath out before gritting her teeth as Natasha went right back to insulting her. "Tch..you really just piss me off to no end, you know that?" She let out in frustration. She honestly would like to say that she could like this girl--but every time she opened her mouth it just took that idea away. She wanted to rip into her more and more--especially at the suggestion of her becoming a 'smother toy'.

She watched as Natasha got up onto her hands and knees, narrowing her eyes at the sight. She tapped her foot a little, waiting for the moment when she lifted her upperbody before she rushed in. She tried to attack at the very first moment she had the chance, trying to take advantage of her position and hit her hard with a quick and brutal Shining Wizard.

Natasha watched as Heather fixed her attire and made the comment. It drew a smile from the lips of the Russian and she flicked her long hair back rising up just about to deliver another acid tongue comment when WHAM!

Her eyes rolled back in her head and she sank back like a stone. The kick had caught her flush on the chin. Perhaps Natasha was still groggy from the smothering, or her game was off due to the crowd but this kick connected. Hard.

"uugggggg" she moaned lightly and her body twitched a little as she very slowly started to find her bearings and the room stopped spinning. "b.. bitch!" she muttered and winced hard, one hand coming up to her chin to gently see if her jaw was still connected. She could hear the crowd but it was all foggy. Random words like "Heather", "Do it" and "Sit on her" came through but Natasha although knowing the words, couldnt get her body to move.

Heather quickly scurried back to her feet after hitting the Shining Wizard, huffing out a little. She blinked as she heard the words from the crowd, the chants that were ringing out. She sighed a bit, shaking her head. "Seems like the crowd knows your place as well." She let out, shrugging just a bit.

She walked back over to her, gripping her by her hair and pulling her over towards the ropes. She looped the girl's arms over therope, making her sit up before she turned herself around. She made a little show of it, grinning to the crowd as she wiggled her butt a bit, clearly enjoying the dominant position she had over the woman. She flipped her skirt up, bringing her panty covered ass slowly back before going to push it into Natasha's face, trying to trap her against the corner.